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Chapter 564 Living Daddy Ding Xiu

"Actors prepare!"

"The radio is OK!"

"Camera OK!"

"The actor is OK!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"start!"

As night falls, a new scene begins.

In this scene, Zhang Hua went to Mr. Wu’s house to get the bank card. When he came back, he pretended that he didn’t get it and asked his subordinates to strangle Mr. Wu.

After the director called start, Ding Xiu pushed open the door and entered the room, took off his gloves and said with a gloomy expression: "Sir, I didn't get the card!"

At the signal from his eyes, the kidnapper stood behind Mr. Wu and strangled his neck with a wire.

Before filming started, Andy Lau had already chatted with the actor to reassure him.

But when it came to filming, the actors were still a little afraid to make serious moves.

"Where's your card?"

"impossible!"

"Tell me, where is your card?"

"Where is it? Is it in the room? Think about it carefully. Is it under the bed?"

Facing Liu Dehua, Ding Xiu almost spit on his face.

He didn't treat the other party as a king at all, he was full of murderous intent.

On the contrary, the younger brother who was strangling people couldn't let go, and the performance was very strenuous, but if you look closely, there was no strength in his hands at all.

Although Liu Dehua tried his best to make up for it with his acting skills, the fake ones will always be fake.

How could anyone still look rosy after being strangled?

"Crack!"

"The kidnapper used a little force to strangle the person, but the method was wrong."

The director yelled "ka" and went on stage to teach the actors how to strangle.

Liu Dehua also patted the other party's shoulder gently, saying that it was okay and that he could strangle him as he pleased.

The second time, after a few seconds of filming, there was another click. This time, Andy Lau came on stage to teach the actors, and the two of them demonstrated live several times.

The third and fourth time, Ding Xiu was emotionally drained, but the actor still failed.

"I'm sorry Brother Xiu, I'm sorry director, let me do it again."

The actor blames himself.

He had never filmed a similar scene before, so he didn't know how hard he would use it.

Although Liu Dehua rehearsed with him several times, he subconsciously relaxed when he saw the other person's face turning red.

"No, let me do it." Ding Xiu couldn't stand it anymore: "I'll film this scene."

"Director, prepare yourself and start again."

"Okay, all departments are ready!"

Ding Xiu still pushed the door open this time and entered. While taking off his gloves, he slowly picked up a red wire and walked around behind my husband while talking.

"Sir, I didn't get the card!"

"impossible!"

brush!

Ding Xiu suddenly strangled my husband's neck with a wire and shouted, "Tell me, where did you put your card?"

"Is it in the room? Or under the bed!!"

Ding Xiu exerted force on his hands and looked ferocious. In just a few seconds, Liu Dehua's complexion turned "rosy".

He wanted to speak but couldn't.

After a few seconds, his entire face turned red, with a hint of purple.

Veins popped out on his forehead and neck.

"Tell me! Is there a bathroom? Or where is your girlfriend?"

"no!"

"no!"

"without!"

Under the light bulb, my husband's eyes widened and tears rolled down his cheeks. While answering loudly, his words were drooling.

"I didn't get your card anyway!"

"Think about it again!!!"

"No, it can, it's right there." Feeling like he was out of breath, my husband quickly grabbed the wire with both hands. Ding Xiu was very powerful, but his efforts were in vain.

"Crack!"

"Pass!"

"Pass!"

The director was very satisfied and said: "It has to be an experienced actor!"

In just these few seconds, it was a movie-level performance, whether it was Ding Xiu roaring and strangling someone, or Liu Dehua acting as he was being strangled.

It's so similar, there's no trace of acting at all.

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough."

Ding Xiu let go, and Liu Dehua covered his neck and coughed, wiping his tears at the same time.

At this time, a staff member saw a large red mark on his neck.

Looking at his expression again, I realized something was wrong.

"Brother Hua, are you okay?"

"No, cough, cough, cough." Liu Dehua's voice was hoarse, and he couldn't catch his breath now.

"Fuck you!" The director also saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward to show concern, patting his back and handing him water, and then said to Ding Xiu: "Brother Xiu, you can't be serious, can you?"

Ding Xiu said calmly: "Don't worry, I'm sure. Generally, people who are about to faint will have their pupils dilated and dull, their breath will be weak, and their whole body will be unable to exert their strength."

"Brother Hua is still a little far away from the first stage. He can't faint. He just needs to rest for a while."

There is one thing he didn't say. Anyone who kills people often knows that it is actually very difficult to strangle someone.

The deceased used all his strength to resist in the last two minutes of his life, and could not hold it down under normal circumstances.

Even an adult woman cannot handle it when her adrenal glands are surging.

Don't underestimate people's will to survive, it is very powerful.

Specifically, if you look at the slaughter of pigs in rural areas, you will know that it takes four or five people to hold down the pigs.

Pigs are like this, let alone humans.

Ding Xiu was condescending. From Liu Dehua's pupils and the struggle on his arms, he could easily tell where Liu Dehua's limit was.

Of course, he is not bold and confident, and has a lot of performance qualities.

If he really wanted to strangle someone, the other person would have no chance to resist.

When Liu Dehua, who was still coughing, heard Ding Xiu's words, he gave a thumbs up and said, "This is professionalism!"

"No, Brother Hua, you are also very professional and behave very realistically. If it weren't for the strength of your resistance, I almost thought you couldn't handle it."

Ding Xiu and Liu Dehua had a business exchange.

Liu Dehua was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, his face was already red from being strangled, otherwise he would have been embarrassed.

When he was being strangled, for a few seconds, he thought Ding Xiu really wanted to kill him.

Feeling the breath of death, panic, fear, and struggle, a series of situations came out naturally, and they were indeed not staged.

If Ding Xiu had held on for just one more minute, he would have seen Tai Nai.

"Both teachers are great, and they are very good actors." Director Ding Sheng praised them both, and then said to Ding Xiu with a stiff smile: "Brother Xiu, next time something like this happens, please remember to discuss it in advance. Very detailed arrangements.”

"Good director, I will definitely do it next time."

"Well, thank you for your cooperation. Let's take a break first and then start shooting again in twenty minutes."

After saying that, the director walked out of the room, shakily took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a few big puffs.

When he heard that the two of them were serious, he almost knelt down.

Damn it!

Ding Xiu is really a living daddy.

Damn, who did he strangle, King Liu Tianwang?

Looking at the long marks on Liu Dehua's neck, director Ding Sheng's heart is still trembling.

When he thought of the scenes he had taken before, he wanted to die.

If anything happens to Andy Lau on his set, he will be beaten to death by those fans.

You have to go abroad for the rest of your life to escape.

Ding Xiu, on the other hand, was not soft at all and strangled him directly to death.

Although he said he was confident, but after watching the replay, he knew that he meant it. Who wouldn't be afraid?

What if his strength is too great, what if Liu Dehua is not in good health, what if, what if.

"You've hired a living King of Hell."

The director was so anxious that the corners of his mouth almost blistered.

He swore that if anything like this happened again, he would never let Ding Xiu go to him.

Others were careful when strangling others, but he was afraid that he would not die.

(End of this chapter)